Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.